Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.